Dear Dad,
The most fulfilling task you can ever have is being my dad. You are a teacher, motivator, and an inspiration. Dad, I have had myriads of teachers from my years at daycare all the way to my days at the university. I have had quite a lot over my lifetime. The truth though is that none of these teachers at school has the right credentials to be my best teacher, none of them.
I have had tremendous teachers and I will still have more, yet you surpass a sum of these gifted teachers. Your role is that of a master teacher over me. You have all the great skills necessary to pull every stunt and you have to realize that those teachers at school marvel at how much you have got up there. Those teachers at school may be great teachers but the final onus falls at your table dad.
My performance at school is subject to our background. However great and wonderful those teachers at school have done their jobs, I still expect that you will do your part. The teachers at school know that their influence on me is just 40%, while yours as dad is 60%. Yes, the teachers try to make good use of their 40% but the ball is in your court to make the most impact in me.
Have you wondered why the teachers at school give homework? Here is the reason dad; teachers realize that as much as they have done much work in school, not all students will have a first time grasp of the lessons taught.
Due to limitations, teachers are not capable of meeting the individual needs of each student. They throw it back at you dad by giving assignments. They hope that you would carry me on your back and put me through the very challenge of school sums. The teachers trust that I would better comprehend under your masterly hands.
Teacher-student partnership is great but it just cannot be like the dad-child partnership. Your partnership with me is unimaginable and off the hook. There is no place for compare. I would cherish the parent partnership more, except if of course the partnership is broken.
Have you asked yourself why I was not born with a particular school tagged to my forehead? The only immediate school, I was officially introduced to when entering earth was your warm hands and that of mom. God knew you were blessed with all the gifts of mentoring and teaching, to bring me to where He wants me to be.
Dad, did I enter the world with a language of my own? No! According to a great Philosopher Plato, every child's brain is a tabular rasa. God gave you an empty slate and you began to write into my mind. I learnt to speak dad, without a teacher's aide. You did the magic. You were a great teacher.
You must realize dad, that I have to go to school, not because you are not qualified to teach me, but because you cannot make me what you are but I have to be what I have to be, training you are handicapped to take me alone. You need those teachers, lecturers and professors at school to mentor me into my big dreams.
Now you know dad, I have to go to school not because you are not talented enough but because they have to. The job of being a teacher is just 40% of my training. The remaining 60% falls on your onus dad.
With love,
your son